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03-08-2009, 11:53 AM | #51 (permalink) |
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love bus
my heart lies here with you
theres a song in my heart when your in view you make me feel alive when you come home at half past five when you are with me i feel 10 feet tall you are great looking you are beautiful theres no one that has ever made me whole like you do my love for you will always be true i never ever think of being with anyone but you you think the same when im with you to you are my light of day even when the skies are grey tasteing the magic were thinking the same way love has hit us both between the eyes what a revelation what a surprise its normally one or the other never at the same time now we both can stop our climb the air is sweeter now and can be sweeter still now were together it most definitly will i can see a long road ahead of us hitching a ride on the love bus the love bus. |
03-08-2009, 12:44 PM | #52 (permalink) |
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Chards Love Bus; as follows,
I've taken the time to read ten or so of your poems Chard, I must say you are the pinkest "Quill" I've read in awhile. Prolific and full of life, Kudos Chard. I like how you put it out there, you must be in love. Oceanside and happy, 7gauge.
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03-08-2009, 01:46 PM | #55 (permalink) |
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No, I just don't have a penchant for cheese. Stop writing or at least publishing this crap.
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03-09-2009, 04:44 AM | #59 (permalink) |
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define lapses
riveting episodes
edge of my seat cant stop watching on tenterhooks each and every heart beat counted howling of the wind to the dogs barking in the back alley camera shot action electrifying momentary lapses of reason running to the grand finalle tempature rising the cold smooth head running down my throat time capturing defined moments that freezes captions forever safe guarding us all to a higher level of understanding accepting by the deliverence of imagination from the void of humanity. concurring that the whole is more vunerable watching with the naked eye self commited to define each moment accuratley than those wearing spectacles. Last edited by chard; 04-08-2009 at 11:54 AM. |
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